Summary

[goes AU during 3.21]

In the middle of the web of time, spread across every thread, what’s there to do but plan? Every jail can be escaped.

You just need the right thief.

And oh, look. There’s one falling through time, shattering to pieces, and you laugh as you catch him, because you remember this, you remember him saying no strings on me like it meant something, but it didn’t then.

You laugh and wrap him in the threads of time, thrumming a lullaby through him because the Speedforce is just Time made manifest, and it knows Leonard Snart just as it’s always known you.